Author Information
Porcupine Lover
Like desiring a porcupine.
Each time you decide you want me
And you've cleared your head in me,
Before a word or gesture
Turns you cold,
I armor myself, for I need your seed
To make my mind sing in the corners
Where creativity twirls like cotton candy
To a stick.
That's where you bring me.
Speech and touch, attention and disregard
Gather me up in the spiny place that
Chafes and cuts
In gloroius ribbons
The shredded heart
Of the porcupine lover.
